Last weekend my sister and I went up to our parent’s attic to bring the holiday decorations down.  When we moved all the boxes close to the stairs we noticed a big rolled up bundle in the back of the attic.  Being curious, we both went to check it out.  To our surprise, we found our grandmother's beautiful Oriental rug.  She always treasured that rug and told us it was the most beautiful Oriental rug in Chicago.  We dragged the rug down with the holiday stuff and asked Mother about it.  She said she had forgotten all about the rug.  She loved it but it just didn’t fit in with her décor.  My eyes widened as I thought that this rug would be the perfect addition to my den.  We had just bought a new home and the den is our last room to furnish.  I didn’t want to seem greedy so I never asked anything further about the rug.   The following week when we arrived for our family holiday celebration, the bundled rug was decorated with a big red bow and had my name on it.  Mother had seen the twinkle in my eye when I first found the rug and thought it would be better for me to enjoy it than just let it being hidden in the attic.  My sister agreed as she has her home all furnished and doesn’t need grandmother's rug.  This was the best gift anyone could have given me.  You can’t buy memories!